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*CAMILA*-* I stood in front of the mirror, completely surprised by my own figure. Suddenly, it seemed that I wasn't the owner of this body. I admired and praised my own body. I was in love with it and liked the idea of self pleasure. What could be better? I was addicted to my body, always busy with my self, and I had no need of getting saved from it. I looked over the bed and wished that the man did better. He wasn't man enough, and that was why I had to pull the trigger and make a hole right on his forehead. I walked back slowly to my bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying the soft mattress and foam stimulation. I moved slowly, letting it arouse and pleasure me more as I fondled my breasts, parting my lips to let out breathed moans. I shut my eyes as I led my right hand down "uh huh" I moaned as my finger started sliding in effortlessly, curling up, but I was jolted by a knock on the door, almost l
*LOGAN*-* "Life, sometimes can be hell, sometimes, can be heaven. But why? I believe even though we do not have control over some certain things in life, we can decide for ourselves whether we want to be happy or not, so to say, hell or heaven, is a choice we all can make. And on the other hand, redemption can be found by anyone who seeked it, the question is, are you ready to be redeemed? Because a lot of people are so cornered in their dark place that they are too blinded to see that they could get out of their darkness, sadly. Those people need someone, someone who can see beyond everyone else, someone who can come into their lives, take their hands, and guide them into the light…" "So, do you think you are redeemed?" "Hmm. I might not be, but I'm in a happy place…" I smiled "And that's all that matters" "I lo
*CAMILA*-* Not many details were given to me for my next assignment, so I did my findings. And with the bit they gave me, I knew what, where and how. I just needed to visit a few places, a few calls and a few directions. It was for sure going to take time, but I would eventually find what I was looking for, I always did. But there was something about this assignment that seemed odd. Jacques and I had gotten a lead, which took us to the Las Vegas springs preserve and I wondered, if not doubted that someone that important or influential would live in a desert. We had pulled up in Jacques Bentley Flying Spur Speed, and I took my binoculars to look into the house, and nothing but darkness and isolation were perceived. The mansion was located at the Las Vegas springs preserve located nearly three miles west of downtown Las Vegas
"Agent 04 do you copy?" They had wired communication devices connected to their ears… "Agent 07 do you copy?" The assassin spoke into his device, but no answer was returned but a growl, resembling a wild animal's angry threat. He shared a look with the other agent beside him behind masked face… the headlights on their guns clicked on, pointed at the two still assassins before them. They were confused; why were they still? They traced down the light and it caught two legs! It must be their target! Their guns were tightly clenched and blood was running hot, their minds were sharp and their stance and fingers ready for fire. "Show yourself! Now!" They commanded. The beast growled under the veil of the two lifeless bodies. The night had been disturbed, and his peace had been affected, how dare they!? But he wasn't moving yet. "Show your face or these magazines will be emptied into your body
*Camila*_* We had waited until it was dark before getting ready for the operation. It was the perfect time to check out the house, but I hated that it was creepy. No matter how experienced I was in the job, it sent chills to my blood. I got to my safe house and got out guns and explosives because I felt that the night would be distinguishable, I would find out later that I was right. I handed Jacques some ammunition, and he gave me a distorting look. "Have you forgotten what we are going to do tonight?" He asked, looking at the guns and explosives. "We can't go in there without arms, Jacques" I fastened my B&T's veterinarpistole VP9 to my jacket. "This is too much, don't you think?" "It doesn't matter, Jacques. Let's go" "Yes ma'am
Pain subdued her body and the sunlight pierced into her hazel eyes with a stern anguish. She confined her eyelids and let out a pressured groan. Her hands were chained up and she stooped, hanging feebly. She flickered her eyes as her ears caught a faint sound of a matching footstep. All she could see was a shadow, because the rays of sunlight blotted her vision. "Who are you?" She muttered, with faltering eyelids. She gasped as cold water was poured on her from an iron bucket, and her eyes forced itself open as her brain became conspicuous to the environment. Her heart beat heaved up her chest and she stared at the man standing in front of her with an ominous look. And still, she reiterated her first question "Who are you?" "Logan Creed. The man you came to kill…" he came closer to her, tickling her neck with his warm breath. H
As Camila was speechless, she thought that she deserved it anyway, as she had seen the death of Mrs Lopez would cost so much to Logan. He fixed the shot to the bullet, inhaled and exhaled, but killing her wouldn't make any difference, only if it could bring back the dead soul. Camila shut her eyes, emptied her heart and mind, waiting for her persecution. Logan clicked the gun, her heart throbbed. But she was still alive… the sounds muffled, as she realized that the man was playing a french roulette and her death would come any second. Logan clenched his teeth, concatenated his fingers for a fist, and slammed into the floor with a clamor. Camila shuddered and opened her eyes. For the first time, she felt sorry for someone. Logan stood up and barged out of the room pushing Camila away. She heaved o
*CAMILA*_* By the time I got out of that shit hole desert, and walked to the hotel, the sun had already gunned down. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It felt like the end of something, and the begining of another. Jacques was gone, and I was unfortunately, finally alone in this big bad world, a bad world that I myself contributed to. Life hasn't been easy since I was a kid, but that was a story for another day. I walked slothfully pass the guests and the bartender over the bar at the hotel, and retreated into my room. "I hate this world" I muttered to myself, while my hands took on the task of removing the dirty clothes and dumping it into the waste basket. I threw myself on the bed half naked. Bathing was far from my brain's thinking area. I breathed in the air in the room and a faint w